Đó không phải là người mà chúng ta biết sao? Ở rìa của mương thoát nước chạy bên đường. “Vì vậy, nó là” Halt trả lời. “Và anh ta dường như đã mang theo ý chí.
Isn’t that someone we know?” asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge of the drainage ditch that ran beside the road.”So it is,” Halt replied. “And he seems to have brought Will with him.
John Flanagan, Halt’s Peril